Grey Worlds

Grey...cold morning air makes it hard to breathe.
Worlds...The sky wears a somber smile today. Clouds shift 
across the
horizon, something feels strange about this day, my chest 
is heavy and the
sky is falling uncertainty looms in my world of grey. I 
have an appointment
with death, doctors give me eighteen months to live. Why? 
Oh god why? have
you not already taken everything from me? I have an 
appointment with death,
doctors give me eighteen months to live.